Here's where I say what I want to say whether anyone cares about it or not. Apparently, not many do.

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

A midnight encounter

It was TV time like every night (after office)He lay on the sofa, flipping channels, unblinkingShe sprawled across the bean bagsThinking, as always, in stand-by modeAbout the day gone by, the resolution they made yesterdayAnd how it might go outta the window tomorrow

He kept hopping between frequenciesPausing at whatever got lucky enough to hold his attentionShe watched some with himAnd disapprovingly clicked her tongue at othersSome shows made them laughOthers left them gaping in astonishment

Gradually they settled onto Great ExpectationsJust because it intrigued themFor him it was a story whose conclusion evaded his logicShe saw it as a dream she wanted to lose herself in, without purposeTo participate in the story, to accept the author's conclusionAnd build a proof in her mind of how it was the only logical outcome

Along came a commercial break and broke the spellHe got up to have a sip of waterAnd moved around, relaxing his stiffened limbsHer laid-back, comfortable position caught his attentionShe was a tad surprised to see him eyeing herBut happily let it happen as he came closer and stood by

Then he lay over her in one swift movementAnd kissed her forehead (or so she thought)In her eagerness for what-lay-next, she usually lost the presentBut today she was alert enough to not let the moment slip byAnd so she savored the experience, as they kissed and embraced

What she did a little different todayWas not expect some moreThat took away the disappointment she usually felt with himAnd what she gained in those few moments made a lovely memorySo she prompty put it in her journal, to revisit on another dull day

PS: I simply couldn't pass this off as poetry, and hence it's here instead of there.